the lovers

i asked the oracle 

and she dealt

Guilt

The Lovers

Celebration 

so the guilt is a deep fog

i'm caught in it.

i turn it over in my hands

i grind my teeth

and watch you leave. again.

caught in a playback loop

i'm creeping new dimensions

for the scene where you don't...

and we're bundled up in that cabin

feeding goats in the dewy grass

i'm holding my phone to the air

you're inches from the laptop

your glasses on the bedside

on the night it ended i sent you the money for the room

(i still don't know if that was the right thing to do)